Kenneth stared at the words on his screen, eyebrows knitting together. Then, almost on instinct, he deleted the whole message. Emily already seemed like she wanted to keep some distance between them. Would dropping something like that into her inbox freak her out?
He barely had a second to regret before her reply popped up. Just a simple question mark.
He shot a quick glance at the pile of cakes on his table, thinking things over before typing. Who's the male lead? Shouldn’t you know who you're supposed to be running lines with?
Emily shot back, I’m not done over here yet.
Kenneth replied, Today’s scene is another kiss, you know. My technique's... well, it’s not great. If we don’t practice and it goes badly, you’ll be the one who suffers.
Emily read that and her fingers shook a little. She nearly dropped her phone.
“Emily, you okay?” Jarrod sat across from her and, thanks to his height, had a pretty clear view of her phone screen.
“Jarrod, I think we’re good with our lines now.” Emily put her phone away and closed her script. She didn’t bother to explain, just spoke softly, “You should take a break.”
“Emily…” Jarrod watched her get up, his face serious for a moment.
She paused and shot him a look. “Did you want to talk about something?”
He hesitated. For a moment his expression was cloudy, but then he just smiled and said, “Don’t push yourself too hard, okay? Otherwise I’ll worry about you.”
After that, he reached out and gently ruffled the top of her hair. Emily froze, a little tense, but he pulled his hand back right away and shoved it in his pocket, leaving with a smirk.
She frowned, turning back just in time to meet the eyes of Kenneth, who was standing by the door with his arms crossed, looking at her like he was ready to murder someone.

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